When I am old and grey. . .

When I am old and grey, I will look back on this summer and smile. Perhaps with a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless.
It started with an adventure to a place I fell in love with.  I came back to an adventure with a great friend. It continued with the same great friend.
I made good money at a nice enough job, with pleasant people. I got wonderful advice from a fantastic friend at a place that I love.
I discovered a lot about myself and who I am. My best friend and I spent a lot of time driving aimlessly, talking, and watching Dr. Who.
I got back into a state of mind that let me be creative and comfortable, and to help me get back into writing and drawing and painting. It also helped me free my inhibitions about about public singing- though I've been sounding pretty pitchy lately.
I've snuck a boy in and around my house, and he has slept in my bed on occasion.
I went to Wal-Mart at 10:30 at night and locked the keys in the car with a great friend. And after that was fixed, we drove around until 4 am.
We celebrated being friends for 3 years. We fought off the hordes of people insisting that we date. We learned to read each other's moods and actions and glances. We memorized each other's habits and fears. We truly became each other's soul mates.
Someday I will either be happy or sad about all of this. Either thinking about this great summer with Jacob will break my heart, or warm it. Maybe we'll still be friends, maybe not. Maybe he'll die too soon. Maybe we'll be married. Maybe we'll stop being friends. Maybe we've changed. Maybe we'll be essentially the same people. Is Jacob out West? Am I out East? Do we meet in the middle?
In 15 years, we'll have been friends longer than not. I like to hope so at least. I like to believe that when two people fit together as well as we do, that they stay friends for a long, long time.